Summer of Simplicity: A Simple Meal
I went to a large wedding some time back, where the meal served at the reception was so sumptuous, so over-the-top, that in between the eight courses were palate cleansers of divine libations, soups and sorbets. The entire dinner was so exquisite, I still remember the smallest detail.
My mom is a great cook. On my way home from school every day, I knew a delicious, home-cooked meal would be served that evening. Mom was a stickler for good nutrition, so we would always have meat, starch, vegetable and salad. We never had to worry, there was enough on the table for all six of us, and usually plenty left over.
In the first few verses of chapter six of Mark, Christ uses five barley loaves and two small fishes to make a meal for the masses gathered to hear him speak. Jesus' disciples witnessed this miracle. Later the same day, He sent the men across the sea in a ship. A sudden storm tossed their boat around, and the disciples were terrified. When they saw the Savior walking on the water toward them, they were even more frightened.
"Really, dudes?" Jesus asked. "Don't you remember the miracle I just performed?"
I may be paraphrasing a bit there.
Consider the miracle of the loaves. This was a very simple meal, bread and fish. Humble, perhaps, but a true miracle when so little was transformed to a feast for thousands in the hands of Christ.
A meal is not only made memorable by what is served, but rather by who is gathered around our table and the joy of company we share.
Do we so quickly discount the daily provision of plenty from our Lord? Come and dine, friends!
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Female in Motion Health Update: I am making time daily to rest, meditate on God's Word, and read for pleasure. It is a lovely blessing.
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Notable Quote:
Little is much when God is in it
Labor not for wealth or fame
There's a crown and you can win it
If you go in Jesus' Name.--lyrics from song by Kittie L. Suffield
Comments
I think we all forget the gifts God gives us on a daily basis. It is like when we were kids at Christmas. We are so caught up in the day we forget who gave us the wrapped toys. It is not until something happens, mainly an adult, we remember who gave us the gift.